Fifty shades of Phan

Chapter 43

I turn around, trying to find the owner to the voice who called me, and I see a black sports car roll up beside me with the drivers window open, being six foot three I have to awkwardly squat to see into the car so I could find out who was offering me a lift.

"Hey Phil" the owner of the voice smiled at me, as we made eye contact,
"Joe?" I ask in surprise, as none other than Joe Jonas's face was no more than nine centimetres from my face.

"Hey" Joe laughed, as I start to have a mini fan girl moment,
"Oh wow it's really you! This is so cool!" I grin,
"Do you want a lift?" Joe offers, "My brother talks about you a lot, I'd love to get to know you too" Joe smiles at me, and I feel my face drop, I'd forgotten completely that Nick and Joe were related,
"Umm.. I don't know, as well uh, stranger danger and all that stuff" I chuckle awkwardly, still squatting like a drunk giraffe doing the spits.

"Phil it's cool! I'm not a stranger, besides, what's the worst I could do to you?" Joe asks me,
"Rape, murder, kidnap, torture, suffocate, starve, leave in a room with no wifi" I list, and Joe laughs a deep and happy chuckle, one that I can't help return.

"It's fine Phil, just get in the car, where you heading?" Joe questions, and I tell him my address,
"That's easy, come on hop in, I'll get you there before it gets too dark" Joe smiles, and I sigh, hesitantly walking round the back of the car and clambering into the passengers seat, my long legs shoved up into my waist.

"You done up?" Joe asks me, and I nod, safely tapping my seatbelt to show that I am strapped in. Joe puts his hand down to the gear stick and revs the engine, I begin to brace myself for impact.
Suddenly my door swings open, and I jump in fear at the thought of who it could be, murderer? Thief? Zombie? Donald Trump?

I look to my left to see Dan stood staring at me,
"Dan, what are you doing?" I hiss, and Dan completely ignores my statement, as he squats like I had to earlier to see who was in the drivers seat,
"Joe?" Dan asks, squinting in the dark to see if he was really making out the correct person,
"Hey Dan" Joe smiled at Dan, and I made eye contact with the extremely puzzled looking Mr.Howell,
"Phil, what are you doing?" Dan asked me, his voice almost sounded disappointed, or heartbroken as if I was the bad one.

"Sitting in a car" I reply simply, looking at Joe in a pleading manor asking him to drive, I don't want to talk to Dan right now,
"I can see that you turnip, I mean what are you doing with him?" Dan squints at Joe who leans back in his chair patiently,
"Joe offered me a lift home, which I accepted" I explain, and I see Dan's face droop again,
"Oh, well um.. I guess I'll see you later?" Dan sighs, and I feel a pang in my heart looking at the sadness in the boy's face,
"You can have a lift too Dan?" Joe offers, pointing to the back-seat in the car, which is polished so brilliantly it's brighter than my future. 

"I'm not getting in a car with anyone related to Nick Jonas" Dan spits, turning on his heels,
"Dan!" I spit, and the boy halts, turning back around slowly,
"I know you don't like Nick, but would you like people to judge you by your siblings?" I ask Dan, who slowly shakes his head.
"I guess not, but I'm still not getting in that car" I growl, and Joe shrugs,
"It's up to Dan, he can have a lift home if he would like one, but if he can't bare to sit in the same vehicle with somebody who's blood is the same as another man whom he doesn't like, then I guess he can call a taxi" Joe smirks at Dan, who growls under his breath before reluctantly hopping into the back of the car and slamming it with brute force.

Joe starts to rev the engine, and I look into the rear-view mirror to see Dan sat sulking,
"WAIT!" I yell, and Joe lets out an irritated huff,
"What now!?" he spits, and I swing my door open and rush round the back of the car so I'm by the rear driver's side door. I open the door and park my bum onto the padded seat next to Dan. I mean, come on, who can stay mad at him?